Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 43 - Agents

Chapter 43: Chapter 43 Agents

“An agent? Why would I need an agent?” Richard countered, “I’m doing just fine selling magic potions as is. Why let another person into the share?”

“No, no, no, you misunderstand me,” Kevin hurriedly waved his hands, “I’m not after your magic stones, I just want the sales rights, that’s enough for me. All the profits from the magic potions go to you, I won’t take a penny.”

“Not take a penny? Then what do you earn?” Richard stared into Kevin’s eyes and continued to ask, “And you still haven’t answered the question. Why would I need an agent?”

“For safety, because you have a grudge with Joseph, you’ve affected his business, you have the woman he wants, because he has enough magic stones to have someone curse you!” Kevin’s gaze was fearless. He met Richard’s eyes head-on and presented his reason.

“An agent would be a shield before you, a whistle. Any curse coming through the magic potions would have to go through me first.”

Kevin’s reasons were sound, and this forced Richard to consider the value of the proposal.

“I need some time, Kevin,” Richard stood up, “I need to verify what you’ve said. If you’ve lied even a tiny bit, this deal is off.”

“Every word I’ve spoken is true, I swear upon my family name,” Kevin swore solemnly.

…

Fifty-sixth floor of the Central Black Tower

“An agent? Indeed, there is such a role.”

Chax took a sip of his drink. “Why suddenly ask about this?”

Anna had gone off the grid to work on Richard’s custom machine, leaving Chax as the only senior able to answer Richard’s questions.

“A man came to me, wanting to be my agent, saying he’d ward off curses for me.”

Richard sat opposite Chax, his fingers tapping incessantly on the table in front of him.

“Moreover, he doesn’t want a share of the profits, just the sales rights.”

“That’s normal, agree to it,” Chax said casually. “What he says is true, agents can indeed shield people from curses. With an agent as a whistleblower, you have to worry a little less about curses.”

“And they do have their advantages.”

Richard frowned: “What do you mean?”

A shrewd gleam flashed in Chax’s eyes: “Little brother, concentration potions are hot commodities in the Academy, not just anyone can get them. You give the potions to him, and who he sells it to becomes his right. He just needs to hold back a few bottles and he can trade them for favors and magic stones from those desperately in need of magic potions.”

“I see,” Richard realized.

“This is a win-win deal, I suggest you agree to it. Master Susanna might belong to two schools, but as an apprentice, she surely focused on the Shape-shifting School. It’s safer to have an agent as a shield.”

Richard stood up, “Fine, I’ve taken up enough of your time, senior brother.”

“That’s no trouble,” Chax waved his hand, “Just a bit of experience, stay longer at the Academy and you’ll understand too.”

Returning to Kevin’s room, Richard and Kevin signed the agent contract.

Richard handed over the sales rights of the concentration potions to Kevin, but retained control over the pricing. The contract allowed Kevin to purchase ten percent of the potion production for himself. This ten percent would be sufficient for Kevin to amass substantial favors.

After this, Richard began testing materials. All sorts of bizarre ingredients were continuously delivered to him by Kevin, and during this time, the machine custom-ordered from Anna was also completed.

It was a strange machine in Anna’s eyes; it was divided into upper and lower parts. The upper half held storage tanks for the ingredients, while the lower half housed an alchemy pot. The storage tanks would deposit ingredients through an opening at the bottom into the alchemy pot, which would activate a stable magic conduction transmitter upon receiving the materials, conducting magic power into the mixture within the pot.

A magic probe was installed inside the alchemy pot, and when the liquid’s magic power inside reached the standard, it would stop the magic conduction transmitter and activate the second storage tank for depositing.

Once a bottle of concentration potion was ready, the bottom portion of the alchemy pot would automatically open, transferring the potion into a bottle, then starting the next cycle.

The entire machine was roughly the size of a wardrobe; each operation used up three magic stones and could complete ten cycles of potion brewing.

While the machine couldn’t fully automate the process, it significantly liberated Richard’s energy, allowing him more time for experimentation and study.

After acquiring the machine, Richard set the monthly production of concentration potions to one hundred bottles. This quantity was high but not outrageously so. According to the records of prodigious apprentices in Jolod’s books, his output was even less than that of several predecessors.

Nonetheless, Richard’s industrial-level standard for magic potions still had a significant impact on the artisan potion makers in the commercial district.

…

“Udler, did you manage to get one?” In front of Anna’s cottage, an apprentice hailed his companion who had just squeezed out of the store.

“I got it!” Udler shouted with excitement, holding a bottle of concentration potion. Envious looks from the surrounding apprentices followed, as they continued to push forward.

Anna’s cottage’s reputation for high-quality concentration potions had spread widely among the apprentices. Nearly all considered her establishment the top choice for purchasing concentration potions.

Before long, a loud shout rang out from inside Anna’s cottage.

“The Concentration Potion is sold out, those in need can come back next month!”

Apprentices who failed to buy the potion dispersed from the shop entrance with their heads hung low. Those in urgent need started to ask around among the apprentices, attempting to buy back the potions at higher prices.

However, in front of Ulrich’s Alchemy Store, the old store selling Concentration Potion, you could hear a pin drop.

It seemed that the apprentices had already forgotten that this shop used to be the place where they would line up.

…

“What did you say?” Joseph roared at the apprentice before him, “You’re telling me half of my potions didn’t sell!”

“The Concentration Potions aren’t selling!”

Joseph angrily slammed his hands on the table, almost breaking it to pieces.

Two years ago, he had boasted at the Apprentice Exchange that Ulrich’s Shop would sell no fewer than fifty bottles of Concentration Potion every month.

At that time, all the apprentices who heard the news cheered him on!

Because of that statement, he had spent a huge amount of time every month making potions, and his alchemy studies had been seriously delayed.

And now, in just a short period of two years, he couldn’t move his Concentration Potions!

Faced with Joseph’s rage, the apprentice could only smile bitterly and hang his head low; he was just an employee and didn’t dare talk back to the young owner of the shop.

“Sir, the potions are right here. How could I lie to you?”

“What exactly is going on?” Joseph tried to suppress his anger, Concentration Potions, a bestseller, couldn’t possibly be unsellable; there must be some external factor affecting his business.

“Sir…” the apprentice said cautiously, “Don’t you know? It’s not just you selling Concentration Potions in the commercial district; Master Jolod’s apprentice, Richard, is also selling them, and…”

“And what!” Joseph’s gaze was intense, his furious glare nearly piercing the apprentice like a sieve.

“And his output is higher than yours, and the Concentration Potions are of more… stable quality than yours.” After careful consideration, the apprentice decided to replace ‘better’ with the more acceptable term ‘stable.’

“Stable? Stable!”

Joseph was nearly driven insane by those words. He, a descendant of the Wizard, who had been educated by wizards since childhood and most talented in Magic Potions, was now being outdone by a Wild Apprentice who had been picked from among mortals and had only learned alchemy for a few years!

Richard stealing his woman was something he didn’t care about.

Just as he’d said, knowledge and Magic Stones were the foundation of a wizard’s advancement.

But now, Richard was trying to steal his Magic Stones!

Damn it, he was trying to steal his Magic Stones!

“…Sir, is there anything else?” the shop apprentice asked in a low voice.

Joseph waved his hand, signaling for the apprentice to leave. And the moment the apprentice closed the door, Joseph pounded the table like a madman.

He frenziedly destroyed everything in the room, smashing tables, breaking vases, tearing paintings on the walls to shreds… He turned the entire room into a pile of rubble.

After venting, Joseph sat on the ruins of the furniture, staring blankly at the wall.

Had his rage dissipated?

Not at all.

He stood up to straighten his attire, then went to a cabinet and took out several rolls of Academy Coins.

After counting them and making sure there was enough, he put on a black cloak and went to a restaurant in the residential area named Corner Alley.

“Sir, what would you like to order?” a waiter came up to ask.

Joseph gave the waiter a cold look, “A black stone beef steak, rare.”

“…And who is it for?” the waiter took out a notepad.

“Richard, the apprentice of Master Jolod.”

The waiter frowned, hesitating with his writing.

“He’s quite an important figure.”

“Do you not make it?” Joseph retorted.

“We do,” the waiter wrote down Richard’s name and tore off the paper, “but it’s going to cost extra.”

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